The Delaware ledger. (Newark, Del.) 1879-19??, 1887-07-16
LOVE TAUGHT HER.
HOW DAISY HALE FOUND CONTENT
MENT ON THE FARM.

john Ramsey was working on his
farm, his careless. loose dress dis
playing to advantage his tall, mus
cular figure. 4 broad straw hat
SHADED his handsome face. The
hands that guided the plow were
strong hands, but whittier and more
delicate than such pursits usually
allow.
Daisy Hale sat watching him.
Her dress was print, but made with
flounccs to the waist. She wore n
iaunty hat covered with puffs of
white muslin and bows of blue rib
bon To match the spots upon her
dress.
The face under Daisy's hat was
gloomy, not to say cross. A very
pretty face, but not pleasant, having
petIcd, spoiled child frown and Il
brooding discomfort in her large blue
eyes.
Presently the farmer drew near
her, and taking off his hat famed
himself with it, and stopped his
horscr while lac leaned indolently
against the plow.
"You look deliciously cool under
this great tree, he said. And-hem
very much dressed for nine o'clock
i'll the morning.
In five penny calico ! she said
contemptuously. 1t is too absurd
for you to be plowing and hoeing
and milking cows and doing the
work Of Il laLoing mani / thought
when you came home from college
you would do something besides
work on the iann.
And let the farm 60 to ruin.
That would he Il poor way TO pay
my debts.
Your debts she said, looking as
tonished. Do you owe debts
Certainly. You and | both are
very heavily in debt, Daisy. l
think when Aunt Mary took us in,
poor little orphans-I her nephew,
you her third cousin-all the money
she had saved in life of hard work
was spent upon our education. DO
you know that she has nothing now
but the farm, and to take her away
from it would probably shorten her
life
But you could send her money il
you were in the city in some gentle
manly occupation.
Perhaps so, ten or twelve years
from now. TO day | propose to
work ON this farm and see how
many bushels of corn can raise ON
it.
He took hold of the pillow hand
les as he spoke, started the horses
and left her, her eyes full of angry
tears.
lie might as well have said what
he meant, she thought springing
down and starting for the house.
He thinks | ought to cook and make
butter and work life Il servant girl,
when | have studied so hard and
tried to make myselfa lady that he
may not be ashamed of me.
As she drew near the house the
sting of Johns words penetrated
more and moro through the crust
she had drawn over her heart until
fresh stab had met her at the door.
Looking in at the open door, she
saw white head bowed in weeping
"a slight figure shaken by sobs.
Quickly--through all the self
fishness-selfreproach struck at the
girls heart, and in moment she
was on her knees besides the low
chair, her arms around the weeping
woman.
Oh, Aunt Mary, what is it? Oh
please don't cry Oh, what has
happened?
Why, Daisy, dear-through sobs
that would not be checked at n mo-
ments notice-don't mind me. I'm
only tired, dearie; only tired.
Could she have struck deeper
Tired At seventy houscwork does
become n weariness. At seventy it
may seem as if one ought to rest
while young hands active feet take
up the burdens. She was very tired,
this patient, old woman who had
given her lile's work for others first
for her parents then for an invalid
brother, lastly for the orphan, child
ren, with such innumerable acts of
kindness as only the recording an
gel of good deeds knew.
Well might she be tired 1t WAS
new to her to be carressed, to have
te. der hands lead her to her room
and loosen her dress, Il tender voice
coax her to lie down.
Now | will darkcn the window,
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